L'Estartit

Today was the day Angela could hand over 'speaking the language' to John. He could speak a 'little' Spanish. Angela, she noa speaka the language. The other English couple emerged just before we left. We'd heard them return from the town last night, and judging by the bleary eyes on the man this morning he'd had a few drinks. When they went out yesterday evening he walked in front of the other vans checking their registration plates. Dutchy, Brit, Frenchy, Belgie etc. You get the gist. Turned out they were returning to England from Benidorm. He had Beni written all over him. We agree Marge, you can just tell! 

As we left Le Boulou we could clearly see an icing of white on top of the mountains. We found out later that it doesn't normally snow in this area at this time of the year. The mountains did look stunning though with the morning sun reflecting off the peaks. 

At the border with Spain, a Romanian registered box van, which had overtaken us on a bend earlier was stopped by border police. We waited, and waited, with our documents ready expecting to be next. Nice one Marge, straight through! Bienvenido a Espana Marge. Yes. Welcome to Spain. This could be interesting, different speed limits, road signs Angela couldn't understand. Oh well, we've been here before and managed.

Just before twelve we rolled into the coastal town of L'Estartit on the Costa Brava. Right Marge time for a little bit of luxury. You get to rest, we get to use some nice hot showers, plug into some electricity and use a washing machine. We have stayed at Camping L'Estartit twice before. The site is right in the town. So once Marge was settled, we took a walk.

No Marge we'll not be buying a straw donkey and a sombrero. The temperature in amongst the shops was registering at 23c. But on the seafront, despite being warm it was considerably cooler. 

Back at the site it was showers and then shorts on. We sat out and read, soaking up every ray of sunshine, moving our chairs as the sun shifted. There are just five of us on the site. Four Germans and us. The campsite is owned by a Dutch family and most of their visitors are Dutch once the season gets going. The owner talked with us for a while. To her it's cold here. But for us the temperature suits us fine. We've been chasing the sun since we arrived in France.